on uncle wigglys farm,

the rain would bow as

all the barnyard creatures

ceased to be

the docile herd, to chew

their cud, collectively,

& listen to the hinges

creak, the silo shake,

beneath a stagnant liquid

sky & cheers were sung

thru out the land the news

was spread:

“the one -eyed -chap was

 peaking out the haybindoor”

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